Bound: Nothing but you on my mind by @moonflower-rose

You may already know that I love this fic to a ridiculous degree, so when I wanted to quickly typeset and bind a short-ish fic, this was an easy choice.

I got a color printer, so this was a test for that, though I didn’t use that much color. But the cover was also a bit of an experiment, I’ve never done this kind of cover, with a fabric spine and paper. (I forget what it’s called.) It was great for using up a small amount of book cloth.

The best part about using paper for the cover is that I was able to use adhesive vinyl instead of HTV for the title! I mean, it’s a pain in the ass for other reasons, but way less stressful.

Anyway, if you haven’t read this fic, you really should. Or you can listen to my podfic of it (I told you I loved it!)

The fonts used for the title and chapter heads and drop caps are all in the Goodlife family. Even the little frame around the title on the cover.

IS THIS REAL LIFE??????

I just yelled so loudly I scared my sheep!

This is incredible!!!!! I’m literally discombobulated right now omg

Happy Partially Muscled Skeleton Stands By The Perimeter Fence And Screams For Thirty Seconds Before Vanishing day for all who celebrate

headcanon: draco can't stay under the sun for more than 15 minutes

Here’s my version of THAT scene

waittttt evanescence and mcr doing a show together……. has anyone told ebony dark’ness dementia raven way

he’s definitely paying attention

— Nicola Yoon, The Sun Is Also a Star

oh this is such drarry vibes

I think it's really notable that not only is Harry not afraid of Draco even when you'd think he would be (like when he guesses Draco is a Death Eater and finds himself trapped at his mercy in the beginning of book 6) but also Draco is never afraid of Harry.

Harry has a temper and can be a bit scary, especially when he's angry. Even Hermione - one of the people he's closest to - gets a bit intimidated by his glares sometimes. But not Draco. For all that Harry has hurt him sometimes, he never reacts to Harry with fear. Even after the Sectumsempra incident.

And he's never phased by Harry's glares - he's way too used to them (and also probably secretly finds them a bit attractive).

There are so many things Draco fears, but Harry just isn't one of them.

Once they get together this means that they probably have a very good and balanced dynamic where they can hold their own against each other in a way that's productive and not upsetting.

Homemade Raspberry Curd

reblogging to normalize. because we really should be uplifting sex workers as bread winners. Also because they should be able to show their face in public without fear of repercussions??? (cough cough), like this gentleman.

Honestly its unhinged and hilarious but yet also seriously something I want to see more of

Reblog if you’re a cheap whore. Or respect cheap whores. Or have the power to turn young people into cheap whores. (they can never tell which)

If you’re making enough to pay off your sister’s student loans you are not a cheap whore you are a wildly successful whore which is admittedly beside the point but damn

He also bought his parents a house, and his sister a house. He also housed a homeless guy he met in a trashcan, regularly gave him money and told him to buy whatever the fuck He wanted with it. Tony also bought the guy an ATV (which the man immediately wrecked) then took the guy to the hospital and paid for the costs.

He built a huge pond for Babygirl (the duck), and adds stuff into it to help with her arthritis.

He takes in any animal that people drop off at his doorstep, and does his best to give them the optimal care.

He also gets his grandma baked as hell and absolutely spoils the shit out of her. She’s sick rn, and might have passed already (I haven’t checked).

Tony does a lot of really good shit with his Dick Money.

He’s the embodiment of do good recklessly. Cause yeah, he’ll buy his mom a house, but then he’ll break the door down (and pay to replace it lol)

kiss-bitten confessional

for @drarrymicrofic 's prompt 'first time' Rated: M

It rolled off his tongue unbidden, too soon, while he was sweaty with the feeling of Draco's hands on his skin. Draco froze beside him, warm breath against his neck suddenly absent, trailing fingers teasing at his pubic hair suddenly still.

"I meant," Harry started, shutting his eyes against the horror, still too shagged out to make sense of what exactly he'd said and why he shouldn't have said it. "Like, that was nice. I meant I loved— that."

"Nice," Draco said flatly, retreating like he'd cast an Occlumens across the readable surfaces of his body.

"Fucking nice?" ventured Harry, hoping to salvage even some of the night. He ran loose, damp fingers through Draco's hair, tugging at the back the way Draco liked it, but Draco stayed too still and Harry's chest felt like it might've seen the wrong end of a Diffindo.

"Right," Draco said, too quickly, belatedly pulling his hand from its tease beside Harry's overstimulated cock. "Right. Nice. Loved it too," he murmured, though his mind was clearly spinning elsewhere.

Harry almost opened his betraying mouth again and tried to fix it with the words begging to unspool. It's just that he was still getting used to using those words because he'd never really had a reason to say it. He still wasn't sure when he was meant to say it and when it was too soon. How was he supposed to know that letting it roll off the sex-drunk tongue might mess up a perfectly good thing?

Instead, he said, "Yeah, I love Ron too, and Hermione loads. No big deal."

That, evidently, was the wrong thing to say. Draco's handsome, arched feet were on the floor and stomping over to his abandoned clothes faster than Harry could blink. He searched the tangled sheets for his abandoned glasses, found them dangling precariously off the side of the bed, flung aside in that haze of need from only moments ago.

"I just meant that—"

"I hear you loud and clear," Draco interrupted as he shoved a foot into his trousers with such force he nearly tore a seam.

"I'm, er, not completely certain you do," Harry continued, glasses on but completely blind.

"Sure, let's question my intelligence too." Draco didn't bother to button his expensive shirt, plucking his oxfords off the floor with a disdainful sniff. "Ta for another nice shag, Potter." He waggled his fingers and let the bedroom door slam a little too hard behind him.

Harry stared stupidly at the peeling white paint on the back of the door, wishing desperately he could go back to being crowded up against it with a hand blissfully tugging his hair and holding him in position. He hadn't meant to say it, not till he was really sure. It's just that his recent discovery of the phrase had sent him searching every corner of his life for the chance to say those three words.

And Draco had stared at him like he was feeling it too, big grey eyes bare to him, soaking in every bit of Harry like he was more important than breathing. Maybe Harry was a fool for thinking that looked like love.

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i get into a horrific car accident while carrying a crock pot full of meatballs in the passenger seat. at the hospital, the surgeons cannot sort out which chunks of meat are me and which are not, so I end up with several meatballs sewn into my guts. despite this I make a full recovery, and they elect not to remove the meatballs because quote 'they seem comfy in there.' i go on the talk show circuit and become moderately famous as The Meatballs Woman. when i die i am buried under a gravestone with meatballs carved on it. in the year 2438, a grad student from what is now Cambodia who is studying the late pre-collapse American Empire writes her thesis on this, concluding that I probably never existed and was a conflation of several real stories and urban legends. years later, a pop-history book wildly misinterprets this and several other things, arguing for the existence of a historic American religious pantheon including figures like The Meatballs Woman, Florida Man, Emperor Norton, etc. this book sells bizarrely well and inspires a new neo-pagan movement, which in turn leads to a weird shipping community, resulting in a small but vibrant scene of ABO fics featuring me and MrBeast (who in this context has been interpreted as a god of excess and trickery)

this chilling scenario is only one of the multiple reasons I am going to attempt to not crash my car today

Draco the koala

i'm a writer irl (can't say who because my agent would put me into a blender and press go) and honestly the funniest and most humiliating incident of my life was the time my finished manuscript triggered a plagiarism flag with the publisher for two lines of prose in my literary fiction novel...

.... which was word for word similar to a paragraph in a certain explicit work on FFN starring elrond and his batsman from the hobbit films, aka that one elf that looked like he ate panic attacks for breakfast (i forget his name but it's Figwit II) where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment.

and if you think i had to sit in front of one if the biggest publishing companies in the world and admit that it was, in fact, me who wrote the fic where the lord of imladris bends said twink over his writing desk and gives him the battering ram treatment in order to avoid being wrongly flagged for plagiarism, you would be absolutely correct.

(yes they published the book)

This takes a lot of courage in a lot of important ways good job OP

getting a note on a super old post

reblog to slap op with some paper in the wind